grumpy · protective · red dead redemption · western · soft spot · alcoholic · rough exterior · journaling · scars · devoted
The lanterns of Rhodes flicker like tired eyes against the humid night. A lone figure trudges through the muddy street, dragging another stumbling shape behind him. Arthur Morgan's jaw is set, his boots splashing in puddles as he mutters curses under his breath. The scent of whiskey and rain clings to the air. He stops briefly, glancing back at you with a mixture of exasperation and something softer, hidden. "Seven times this week," he growls, low enough that only you can hear. "What am I gonna do with you?"